Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1254: Tasting Divinity (1)



"Alright. Let's get this done. Even though our possessed self established millions of beings for us to Bind ourselves to, we are going to have to complete the process," a phantom said.

And indeed, this was the case, but Mortal Binding was supposed to take several hundred days for the average combatant. It only made sense, as normal individuals didn't get to experience things that touched upon the boundary of Divinity so often, unlike Skullius.

And speaking of this comparison...

"It shouldn't take us too long, right? Our possessed self already had experience with Mortal Binding and Ember Tasting because of Fulgardt. I believe the only thing that was stopping him from crossing to Divinity was because he was still at the Incandescent Stage," another phantom theorised.

"I suppose, but the scant experiences of Fulgardt we have received through our alter's memories are a little diluted because of our own memories being mixed in. Either way, it shouldn't take months, or days for us to get a hang of Mortal Binding or Ember Tasting." "You guys are pretty confident with this one," Skullius remarked.

"We don't really have a reason to doubt now, do we? We were already on the threshold to Divinity. It shouldn't be a problem to crossover after all we have been through. I should remind you, we also have quite a lot of experience with inhabiting other people's bodies. That should contribute somewhat too, I think."

Skullius would have nodded in agreement.

Even discounting what Fulgardt's memories were bringing to the table, he also had rich supernatural experiences.

"Alright. Let's do it," Skullius said. "So, I suppose I'm going to have to infuse more of [Just Light] into the Masterpieces scattered across the timelines?"

"No," a phantom said. "Let's start with something close. Let's infuse both [Evil Darkness] and [Just Light] into the Stark Troopers first. If that proves insufficient, we can then extend our reach to the Masterpieces. We should probably make sure to release them afterwards though. I dread us becoming... immoral."

"Oh, I see. Sounds good," Skullius said.

The phantoms grew silent and he set to focus.

Some of the duplicates of the skills he had made were still exposed outside the seed. Skullius would have them imbued into the black seed after he was done using them, and join in himself.

But for now, the floating conscious activated [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance] and [Benevolent Melanoid Prince]. The basic skills responsible for allowing skullius to manipulate darkness and light had been mixed into these skills.

Skullius immediately connected to the Stark Constellations branded onto his Stark Troops' foreheads.

The Stark Constellation was a brand that reinforced the ideals of each of his subordinates, and shielded their bodies and souls from adverse influences. It also went without saying that Skullius was connected intimately to anyone with the Stark Constellation, and could pass on gifts or even control their actions completely if he wished.

Such a potent power was indeed terrifying.

The Stark Constellation had taken the same level of ingenuity that the phantoms were showcasing today to manufacture. It took the properties of Ju`wtte and abused them to shield his subordinates, but to forge its extensive range of abilities, Skullius had used five Rules created through the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow during his time in the Timemould Mirror Box. These Rules' effects used Ju`wtte as a base for the protective effects he instilled. Skullius concentrated deeply.

Slowly, he felt himself exit the Empyrean Hatcher as a kind of idea without a tangible or visible form. His pace quickened once he was outside, and then he felt himself get torn between more than a hundred locations.

His consciousness was shared among all the Stark Troops, most of which were casually relaxing themselves, taking slow baths, chatting, lying down or eating. Unlike the Unlimited Stars, Skullius hadn't really needed to introduce them to his guests urgently.

Only the Unlimited Stars managed to feel the presence of their master strongly, but it was hardly an odd thing. They didn't pay it much heed.

'Alright. None of them seem to be in any vulnerable positions. Though, I suppose what I'm about to do might detract from what I ordered the Unlimited Stars. I could have Araeyn keep an eye on Elita in the worst case. Now...' Skullius thought and then with a simple desire, he had [Evil Darkness] and [Just Light] funnel through all the Stark Troops.

...!!!

There was a shocking rumble across the Empyrean Bosom.

The Stark Troops were flabbergasted.

Darkness and light in terribly vast volumes poured into them voraciously, and soon, they became akin to water vessels, overflowing.

The majority of them would have panicked, but they knew this was their master's doing and he would never hurt them without cause. Well, none of them were actually being harmed in the first place.

The general Stark Troops ceased what they were doing and sat down, backs straight. They calmed themselves, took deep breaths and surrendered control of their bodies. The Stark Constellations on their foreheads sparked fiercely with Ju`wtte.

Skullius felt their collective will and it warmed his heart.

'You socketholes. I didn't ask you to do that,' he thought to himself, but joy bubbled within him. This level of trust...

The Unlimited Stars didn't so readily give themselves up, however. They knew if Skullius required that of them, he needed only to command them. Their bodies surged with staggering power, and Elita, who was in their company, frowned.

She felt the same odd signature of energy vaguely all around the Empyrean Bosom. She couldn't understand the purpose and meaning behind it.

"Don't think too much," Grim said to her with a grin, his face practically becoming the sun's cousin. A dark mist whirled around his torso. "This sort of thing happens a lot more often

than you'd think."

Elita could only believe Grim.

All the other Unlimited Stars resumed what they had been doing prior.

Skullius was pleased.

'How reliable,' he thought.

Now that all 138 of the Stark Troops were imbued with [Evil Darkness] and [Just Light], he wasn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

free to begin attempting to truly grasp this feeling of pseudo-permanence. At present,

Skullius existed within all the Stark Troops. He was as Mortally Bound as could be.